Still You Still Me Still Falling novel Chapter 89

Whenever she was with Sheila, she seemed to have an endless stream of things to say.

And Sheila?

She was so gentle, so attentive, and incredibly patient.

Edmond found himself mesmerized.

"Daddy doesn't know how! Daddy is silly!"

Snapping out of his daze, he couldn't help but ask, "What? What doesn't Daddy know how to do?"

He had been so distracted just watching them that he hadn't caught a word of their conversation.

She smiled and explained, "Tilly says you don't know how to draw."

"Oh, does Sheila know how to draw?" he asked.

"Yeah!" she beamed proudly. "She's super good at it!"

He let out a helpless sigh.

He was struck by a pang of melancholy; his daughter had completely forgotten he existed the second she saw the other woman.

How did he, her own father, rank so low when she was around?

Was she really that charming?

The two of them grabbed some paper and pens and happily began doodling on the table.

Sheila had taken drawing lessons when she was little.

Cecil had taught her.

Cecil was a prodigy as a kid, skilled at everything, and he used to sketch beautiful women in her textbooks.

Although her skills were nowhere near his, they were more than enough to impress a toddler.

She and the little girl were having the time of their lives, and Edmond simply couldn't take his eyes off them.

Laura looked between the three of them, then finally shot Dante a look.

The two quietly slipped out the door. Laura whispered, "Why is she... here?"

Dante didn't really know how to explain it.

He went with, "It's a coincidence. A friend of hers is also a patient here."

Laura nodded repeatedly. "Oh, I see. Then... Mr. Halley..."

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